How to be Unloved
I was head-butted into the day
by a scream that bounced off mountains
then I share-felt ripping pain as
life left him.
I am a tight-tangle of smashed intent,
Forever on, even in sleep this memory
is not subdued.
The wisdom of despair, a new mantra.
I belly-crawled to Grace and
grew into terrifying strength,
scattering shocked souls to become
for eternity, unlovable and unloved.
If you have
any thoughts on this poem, Kathy Trout would
be pleased to hear them.